Happy Birthday Tata!!!

One of Tata's visits to see us. Sophia was almost two. She spent every moment possible on Tata's shoulders. She would sing, "happy , happy, happy".


Tata is Polish for Daddy. Today is my Father- in - law's birthday.He is the only person I have ever called Daddy. My parents were divorced when I was a baby. When I was a little girl I used to sit in my room and pray that my father would come back, he never did (thank God), but I grew up always longing for a "daddy".

Two months after Peter and I were married I met Tata. He along with his wife Jola (Peter's mom died when he was 18, and Tata remarried an incredible woman) and son Michael came to America to visit us. We hit it off instantly. It was as if I always new him. We didn't speak the same language but understood each other perfectly.

They stayed for two months and when it was time for them to go it was the worst good bye ever. Since then we have met either here or in Poland four more times. That's not a lot of visits in the last almost fifteen years, but we have a lot of memories in those few visits, more memories than my real father could ever give me.

I don't think I can put into words exactly what you mean to me, Tata, except that I've been praying for you since I was a little girl. You are the daddy that I longed for.
God did answer my prayers for a daddy, long after I gave up and stopped praying.

I hope your day was fabulous!!!!!

Exactly four years ago we were all together in Florida. It was the happiest time ever. We haven't seen each other since then. I think it's time you come to visit us, Tata. You haven't meet Emilia yet!!!



Love you so much, Stefcia xoxox